A White Girl's Guide to Fall: Trip to the Pumpkin Patch
White girls. We are a ridiculous bunch. We all have blogs, we all drink pumpkin spice lattes, we all FREAK THE HELL OUT the second the leaves turn and it's time for fall. The stereotypes exist for a reason* I am totally fine with making fun of myself and the ridiculous things I do the second a leaf falls on the ground.
One of those things is visiting a pumpkin patch. It's October and Halloween is right around the corner. So I coerced my boyfriend and some friends to go to the pumpkin patch. This is what you do in October, it's white girl law.
To fully prepare myself for such serious fall festivities, I had to get a Pumpkin Spice Latte. How was I supposed to frolic around a pumpkin patch without my favorite Autumnal beverage?!
I even have a branded coffee cozy for my Pumpkin Spice latte. Get on my level.
Growing up I always went to the Washington State Corn Maze with my family. I am one of those weirdos that thinks learning is super fun. I wanted to walk down nostalgia lane (like all white girls do, don't even get me started on how often I still listen to Third Eye Blind) so we headed to The Farm at Swan's Trail in Snohomish. The home of the 12 acre Washington State Corn Maze.
It was definitely packed while we were there. I gave sly nods of solidarity and recognition to all the other girls wearing Hunter boots, but they just looked at me strangely. I don't think they realized we are all part of a not-so-secret club.
All throughout the maze there are Washington landmarks, like the Space Needle pictured above. It's awesome. My boyfriend wasn't exactly excited about a learning corn maze. He thought we would all just race to find the exit and was getting annoyed when we kept stopping to read the information at the different landmarks.
There was a ton of yummy fried foods, so Brian ate a corn dog and complained slightly less about all of the white girl activities I was forcing him to do. I ordered The Farm Fries, which where fries covered in nacho cheese sauce and thousand island dressing. I am still confused by them. Food is definitely different when you get outside of the Seattle city limits.
After finishing the maze we headed over to the pumpkin patch. Luckily my best friend Brea was all about getting into the white girl spirit with me. Lucky for you she also has a blog! If you want awesome tips on makeup you should probably head there now. This girl works at Sephora and has a makeup collection that will make you turn green with jealous rage.
It's not a white girls trip to the pumpkin patch unless you are:
- Wearing one hand knit item (I wore two, I win)
- Wearing Hunter boots (mine are lace up, I win again)
- Mixing trending fall colors (Maroon sweater, Mustard yellow cap, Marsala lipstick, Forest Green accents on my boots?! I am way too good at this)
Apparently I hadn't tortured Brian enough, so Brea came up with the awesome idea we take mock maternity photos with pumpkins. Originally she wanted me to be the, "pregnant with a pumpkin" one but Brian was not having it.
After some heavy peer pressure we finally convinced Brian to be the pumpkin prego one. He looks super cute in the photo, but he was actually too ashamed to even look at the camera. Brea and I pushed him too far with this request.
Brea's boyfriend couldn't make it out with us (he was probably avoiding Brian's fate) so Brea made a new friend along the way. Meet Stephen, her surrogate scarecrow boyfriend.
After that we finished up with some hot apple cider and headed back home to Seattle.
I definitely love this farm for fall activities! They also have a pig show, an indoor hay maze, and tons of other fun activities if you have children. Everything is also surprisingly reasonably priced for novelty autumn entertainment.
Thus concludes our trip to the pumpkin patch! Brea and I were like kids in a candy store. Nate and Erica seemed to have a normal level of fun, and Brian drug his feet the whole way. So pretty much everything went as expected.
I hope everyone is enjoying their favorite fall activities!
*Disclaimer: If you couldn't tell this post is mildly satirical, I realize you don't have to be a white girl to enjoy these activities, and that not all white girls enjoy these activities. I am poking fun at some of the stereotypes I happen to fit within.